Chapitre 97: 97 Harvest

Zhu Wencong looked at the brief telegram in his hands and couldn't help but reveal a beaming smile, he had chosen the right person!

Americans indeed do love the word "compromise," and any conflict would ultimately be resolved in this way.

Perhaps in the realm of capital there is no fight to the death; if an agreement can't be reached, everyone steps back to find a balance.

In the East, such disputes would lead directly to confiscating property and asking for accountability, eradicating problems at the roots without leaving any chance factors.

Zhu Wencong rather liked the Western way; as long as one didn't commit acts that outraged both humans and gods, you could be forgiven.

That's why Zhu Wencong, unlike other Asians who timorously shrank back, could be bolder once he understood the rules of survival in Europe and America!

With Zhu Wencong's current identity and status, California law couldn't restrain him—the stronger the Industrial Faction, the more stable their position.